During year one of the pandemic I wrote a book and had a baby. I knew this was obnoxious but I was obviously pleased with myself at the same time. I nailed the pandemic!
The second year … not so much.
Things I have tried to feel better:
Getting up before my children at 5.30am to have some space
Not getting out of bed until 11am
Drinking spirits, which I usually never do at home
Taking days off work
Working 7am to 6pm
Cooking (usually something i do once every six weeks or so)
Reading novels (i haven’t managed to get past the first three chapters of anything)
Starting writing another book (psychotic)
Deleting Twitter from my phone
Swimming in the ocean
Regular walks with my friend
Yelling at my mum
Leaving group chats
spending entire evenings in nine different group chats
Cleaning the house every day
Not cleaning the house
Smoking Rick’s cigarettes
The thing that makes the biggest difference to my coping threshold is the weather, which like many things, is completely outside of my control.
The only way out is through really.